The Curse of God? 1

Three friends decided to give the quiz competition to be organized a try. Jayson, John and Sam were the friends. Jayson and John had already won several competitions while Sam was an inevitable addition to the group. The competition was to start at 2 pm. They sat on the edge of their seats.

While Jayson and John were busy showing Sam the guys to whom they had lost to in previous attempts, Sam was busy goggling the cake he had. None of them had any thought of having their hand on the prize that was to be given, a brand new Mp3 player. Instead, each one had their own insane thoughts and schedules. Jayson was eager to see the premiere of his favorite film on TV at 5 pm. While Jayson thought so, John, who used to top the class more often than others wanted to have a luncheon. Sam had promised his friend of turning up for a cricket match at 4 pm. The three musketeers had mustered various ideas except the idea of winning the prize.

The competition started. There were 500 teams and John quipped, "Never on earth are we going to win this! If we win it, it'll be due to The Curse of God, for sure!" The 20 questions were like 20 wars and they were happy to give their sheets away. The result was to be announced after 30 minutes. When the 30 minutes were over, it seemed for them that they were 30 erstwhile years. Everyone was curious to know the result. The three friends were sure that they were to be shown the door. Of the 6 teams to be selected, two of them were revealed. While all this was happening, the three dudes are happy to be just clapping. Then, the third finalist was slowly revealed.

"Jayson", said the quiz master. Jayson was cool enough to say, "There are many Jaysons here!" "John", said the quiz master. Still, they were quite sure they were not the ones. Finally, the person said, "Sam!" On hearing these words, they jumped of their chairs just like a baby that was falling off the cradle. Just as the sounds of applause roared, they walked majestically to the dais. Sam still couldn't believe it. He punched his fists against the wall, felt the pain and concluded that the events weren't a dream. Suddenly an afterthought clouded Sam's mind, "Is this The Curse of God?"

- Alright! I got this insane idea scripted in my mind when I was writing my Physics board exam paper. I gave food for this thought and yes, this is where it's ended up! :)

Gopsay.

True Lies!

When he says that he's good
And insists that he lacks bad blood,
I say he's playing in a pond of lies.

He quips that he isn't sad
And tips that I am mad.
But I say he's pondering over a pool of lies.

He ensures that he is a couch potato
And emphasizes on leaving others untouched.
Yet I say he's lying in a lake of lies.

He jumps with joy on seeing a dame
And loses the clock yearning for fame.
Still, I say he's floating in a ocean of lies.

But when he says he's none other than myself,
In a lighter vein, with injured pride,
I would say, "There lies the truth!"

- My board exams aren't over as yet. I took time off to ensure that I still ended up writing excessive scraps of articles and poems under the title, 'Parts and Parcels of Life'. I took 20 minutes for penning this down and now, I've left it for others to see. Have a nice time reading it! It's more than just an interim relief for me!

Cheers,
Gopsay

Rousing resolutions!

As March has arrived with a bang (or well, has it?), I'm working day in and day out to discover every nook and corner of my academic books. I sit driveling and sniveling over what I am doing next. The taunts come from one side asking me to study while on the other side of it all, there come the chants from my mom praying to the Almighty to get me hooked up to studying. Simply said, I do neither. I ride on the confidence that exams are going to be on only till the gravest hour past noon on April 8. When the hour gets over, I will be a caged bird unlocked to unleash whatever is at stake. But that comes in with a problem. The bird doesn't know what, when or where to unleash anything and everything. Just as the day passes on the pretty thought of life after the Great Revolution of 2009, my Board exams, the incoming outburst to prepare for the revision exams the next day sets in (I'm actually on course to accomplish writing not my first, not second, but my fourth revision exams). My cousin, when he came to know about this, gasped with horror.


The very thought of the days after the exams ricochet in my mind more often than the definition for projectile motion I have in my Physics text. In the deepest horizons of my mind, I've already set about enjoying those days. It's just a matter of time that will decide how early it's going to set in. I've got some resolutions by the way. Let me pinpoint them one by one!



* Stop my extreme abstinence from turning up for films to gratify myself.
* Become gratified once again.
* Try something quirky enough to pass off the days.
* Attempt to ride a bike (which, to the greatest of my sorrows, I've never done before)
* Do my profession, sleeping, with precision
* And last, but nevertheless the least, essay the blog posts sensibly!

No, I'm not going to resort to the last resolution! Within minutes of echoing my resolution, I've had one broken. As the doomed days finally lead to gloom, these rousing resolutions turn out to be blatant lies. :D


- Gopsay!

Locked with the Block

The clock on the wall ticked,
The flock of birds sped past,
But the block of his never ceased.

He waged a lonely battle, with himself
Being caged, dearth of subtle thoughts.
The times were trying; his cries, feeble.

His mind was entangled in a spider's web;
His words were mangled at a low ebb
As he sat still, locked with the block.

His soul was in a state of peril.
The mind seemed to possess a lock
Which was, to his sorrow, a writer's block!





- Looks like I'm in a block too. I could'nt get the poem to exceed more than 4 paragraphs. Touche'! This, I think will be my last for the month. I'll come back with more words of wisdom (???) in April. Till then, wish you people good luck.

Crazy world!

With a handful of assignments everyday, exams on all seven days a week, the times may look gloomy. But, it isn't so! Whenever exams come, thrill comes in with them. Everyday, somehow, someone reminds me of the imminent danger that's lurking around the corner, THE BOARD EXAMS! I've received umpteen advices to stop using computer and concentrate on what I'm supposed to do, studying. I follow them barely. Some months ago, I realized that it was high time I stopped it. Is it an obsession or an addiction? Even I am not able to whip the code and find out what it really is.

When I am at school, one classmate or the other would come to me and say, "Oh, buddy! You've really started studying for the exams. You are not talking as much as you used to do previously!" Back home, my parents now take the turn to say what they feel ( oh, they actually yell) , "Hey! Look at your friends. They've started concentrating on their studies. I'm really worried what you are going to do! You do all sort of things other than studying and those things are just humbugging you." Crazy world! Crazy world!


I was determined to stop spending time in Orkut, chatting and blogging when I stepped into this academic year. By then, I used to be using up some 2 hours everyday. As it turned out, the two hours reduced to 1 hour. Dad would say, "Come on, give up this one hour and use that for studying." I too did it with little success. Now, with March 18th firmly instilled in my mind, I'm here in internet for roughly 6 hours a day, a drastic improvement of the statistics, but vice-versa on my count.

The Board exams for me are supposed to start from March 18th and end on April 8th. As one of my best advisers, my Dad quips, "Have you forgotten that your Board exams are gonna start on the 18th of March?" Little does he know my approach to the exams. I reply him back, "Dad, the exams are going to end on the 8th of April." Crazy world! Crazy world!


Three years ago, I declared, "Dude, you look so obese. You would take a hundred years to get slim and look fit!" after seeing me oversized when I broke my leg. Now, on seeing me fit again, I wonder, "Hey, I know that you can become fit only after 100 years. But you've done that in 3 years!" Crazy world! Crazy world!


After having done all this, I just wonder whether its the world that's crazy or is it, well, is it me! :) A reality check's ahead!

- Gopsay


HAVE A NICE DAY!

Our mindboggling mindsets

People react in various ways when they are at varied positions. Sometimes things may go from bad to worse. But mostly, the very context of how we think is the one to blame (and sometimes to praise) for whatever that happens around us. I have classified people as those who are Optimistic, those who are Realistic and those who are Pessimistic. Philosophers, right from the past have pointed out that Optimistic are the ones who succeed the most and the people who are Pessimistic are those deemed to fetch failure after failure. I have a different concept:

It doesn't matter whether we are Optimistic, Pessimistic or Realistic.
It is the way we proceed with our ideology that decides what we are going to achieve!

When we are optimistic we fell something like this: "Right, I can do this!" If we move on with the same attitude, without any doubt, we are trudging in the path of success. When we are optimistic, we have to make sure the budding confidence of optimism shouldn't grow into over-confidence. Too much of anything is good for nothing.

When we are realistic, we understand what we have fetched and what is left to be etched. This, as I feel, is the most centralized mind. We know our pros and cons and we know our shortcomings too. To be precise, we can know our capability. When we have this mindset, we have to take cue from our achievement and use the same in our shortcomings to bring out the best in us.

Finally, when we are pessimistic, we are short of the confidence and belief in our strengths. Making people come out of this painful feeling is quite tough. A pessimistic person, after viewing is debacle must not lose his heart and conclude, "Well, I have failed now. I am a loser." This will lead to continuation of failures. Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.

We have to analyze where we've went wrong and make sure, he same mistakes aren't repeated the next time. That shows the difference between a level headed man and others. We have to show that we are people of substance and those who can achieve glory in whatever matter focus upon.


I'm a 15 year old and this is what I know from all my past experiences. The world is still novice to me when I'm compared to the people around me. If my work has any shortcomings, you can tell me about it and I will move on with whatever mindset I have to make sure the loopholes get filled up. Have a nice day!

Cheers,
'Gopsay' Gopalakrishnan.


P.S. Not all philosophers have beards. :)

Morning blues...

On the eve of my Math exam, I was busy writing my diary (authentic diary). Having slept off at 3 am in morning (literally early in the morning), waking up for the exam in the morning was rather tough. The clock struck 7. I was busy dreaming. At last, after encountering some scolding from Dad (Words of wisdom), I woke up early morning as the clock read 8.15 a.m. There was nothing unusual in the fact that the exam was to start at 8.50 a.m. I would've woken up much later had the exam not been there. But anyway, I had to.

I was ready to go to school by 8.40. My cycle had been trying to do various things during the course of the week that was over. The pedal was bent up like a crow's beak that had been hit with a hammer. Nothing could be done at that point of time. I had to leave to school. At the maximum I had to reach the school before the exam started (now, this was getting highly unlikely was the time passed). I started off from my house with the elan of Armstrong on his bicycle. This was never going to help. On my way to school, the cycle began to pull up some ominous tantrums as I overtook a car (I really did).

Till that moment, I was really concentrated on the exam that I was to appear in. Then, I noticed a group of girls (probably of my age) cycling in front of me. It was natural that I wanted to overtake them and get some eyes to have a good look at me (the look always looks good and we know why. :-D) Then it happened! As I was increasing my speed, my cycle pulled up the most comic tantrum. The pedal came off and hit the ground and my cycle moved eerily before hitting the ground to a stop. The girls went without noticing my bravado. I was left without overtaking them. Even the car that I overtook now overtook me. I went back to take the pedal and to fit it back. But where could I put it back? The pedal was broken off completely.


The most unfortunate fact was that this happened when I was exactly half way between my school and my home. I remembered something. I was to get to my school to write my exam. Badly running out of time, with no time to panic, I started again cycling like an oarsman on one side and cycling on the other. This was never going to help the course of matters. With people on the roadside thinking that I was going crazy, I rode without any other options. On reaching the school, I was happy to be exactly on time. But, at the cost my pedal (Thank God the girls didn't see my state). The question paper was given. Fortunately I completed my exam with an expectation of a percentile of 95 or above (that was never going to be bad).


Touche'! That was an eventful morning though nothing went in my favor. After this debacle, I fitted my cycle with the best parts available to make sure I overtake the next time around though I'm sure another part of my cycle is going to rip off when I do it the next time.

- Gopsay!

Joy and Pleasure

The world can be compared to the universe. The universe contains numerous stars which are different from each other. Similarly, the earth has people, each person unique in their own aspects. The people are known in their society primarily based on their economic class (sadly, that is not the case when it comes to nation as a whole).

Pleasures are known to be better than joy at times. It has succeeded in making people enjoy in their life. Pleasures are not born easily. . It is born when people enjoy something the most (be it anything). That is what has got them such a position. They must have initially been poor in the level of enjoyment too. Now, they may seem to be giving a person some really good enjoyment.

Joy is what is natural. A person doesn't need something to making him enjoy the joy. The joy will spontaneously get him to be happy. This is pure and happens naturally. Joy is up there for a purist to be happy with. If we are going to be happy with something around us, what else do we want?


Pleasure is something that will make you enjoy. It is not what you enjoy yourself, but what you are induced to enjoy. Joy is like a déjà vu with happiness. Pleasure wants everyone to enjoy. It is not what is enjoyed within the self. It wants the people, the strangers to enjoy with it. This isn't genuine. Joy is what props up in our soul. The inner mind experiences it with utmost happiness. It doesn't take care whether anyone around it enjoys. All it wants is happiness entangled with satisfaction for having it.

Pleasure is Instantaneous Happiness.
Joy is Eternal Happiness.
Now we can choose between Joy and Pleasure!

- This was what I felt as a difference between joy and pleasure. As the first paragraph points out, every person's opinion differs as people are unique. So, make sure what you feel is reflected as well because this is all about the various opinions. Also, do comment on this article

Cheers,
'Gopsay' Gopalakrishnan.

Second show in the night!

It was on my way back home after finishing a test (acid test) in maths that I ran into my cousin on the road. All he told me was to be ready at 9:30 pm to venture out. I guessed that he was about to take me for a film. I was ready by 9 pm in my formals and with a heavy jacket on (guess why? It was very chill out in the open). I didn't tell anyone about the program I had just planned. My cousin took care of it.

We, at last, left the house at 9:45 for the film that was to start at 10:00. We had almost bought the ticket from the counter when he realized something. He had no money with him and we were left with nothing but his ATM cards. Though we had the ATM cards, we were left to find out where the ATM Center was. "OMG! We won't be in time for the film!" he said. We had passed through three banks (uh, all were closed), but to our dismay we couldn't find an ATM center. It was at five minutes to ten that we came across one. He tried his card(that didn't work in that hell of a place). Fortunately, he had another card and we could eke out some money using that. In this hullabaloo, however, we reached the theatre featuring Aamir Khan's 'Ghajini'(I was into right right through the 3 hours).

The film started with a bang. I was watching it with interest. Suddenly something was said and the whole theatre erupted into laughter. I never knew what it was. No other go, I too laughed with them (Knowing Hindi very badly never helped the course of the matters). But the interesting part was the fact that I had gone for a film after 5 long years. Ghajini was an effort to applaud my feat. 5 years on, I could note each and every difference between the past and the present. I had previously ventured to theatres having torn seats and infinite bugs roaming around. It was a different experience. Now the seats made me gasp with ecstasy. I suddenly felt that I had ventured into an aristocratic life. 5 years was a big difference. It was only my first film in 5 years. My cousin had went to numerous films after that. It was he who took me the previous time too. The climax suddenly was totally different. When everyone expected the film to make them move to the edge of the seat, surprisingly, there was an element of comedy. As usual, I was too late to understand that it was indeed a joke (I was having a very tough time with Hindi. The producer could've tried dubbing it in Tamil or could've had Tamil subtitles for me). At the end of the day (well, it was past midnight by then) there was nothing queer in the fact that it was my cousin again who reminded me that the film had ended.

- This happened to me yesterday(30/12/08). I would take this opportunity in requesting you fellows to kindly avoid seeing movies in languages that you don't know. I was ready to learn Hindi(another acid test) at least for the sake of watching these films by the end of it all.

Optimism and Reality

I felt I'd taken the right kind,
And dealt with what was left behind.
Right or left, I deftly write.

I took what seemed the right way,
But a no-way was what I was left with.
Right or left, I deftly write.

I'd trodden in the rightest of the way,
But was saddened as I was left at bay.
Right or left, I deftly write.

I thought I was in the right state,
But I was left with a bad fate.
Right or left, I deftly write.

I supposed that it was my right to claim the best,
But I was left with none by the rest.
Right or left, I deftly write.

I enjoyed my wealth right away,
And left away enjoying my wisdom.
Now left with the right,
I deftly leave with reality by my side!







- This is my first attempt of penning down a poem. As a person who's written it, I carry the responsibility as to explain my work. It is all about a person who comes to know what reality has at stake for him, even when he has optimism. It carries forward a feeling of remorse by the person who feels that his optimistic approach was erring at the end of the day. REALITY AND OPTIMISM NEVER GO HAND IN HAND. Let me remind you that this is my first attempt and I would like to hear suggestion regarding my work as I'm novice to this. Do remember, no commments at the end of a work leaves the author as a dull one! Have a nice day!